[Lyric] Take Off (Whoppa Wit Da Choppa)

[Intro]
Brrrah
Twin
Whop
(Drilltime, what you cookin', nigga?)
Whop

[Verse]
Whatchu' gon' do wit' that lil' ass fuckin' gun?
Bet' not try what yo' brother did, he died you better run
You better go to yo' OG's and try to get a better gun
But we smoke older niggas too, nigga, we don't give no fucks (Gang)
We'll red light a nigga, boy yo' ass better duck
Green Light, that's my lil' nigga, we be drillin' shit for fun
Take one of ours, we droppin' four nigga, we ain't goin' for nun
You got the same chain as er'body, that ain't no one on one
I'm only fuckin' with the gang 'cause all these pussy niggas' tellin'
Shut up bitch, before I slap yo' ass with that MAC-11
Yo' dawg snitched, but he got views, so yo' ass wanna spare 'em
Yo' dawg a bitch and you is too, nigga, y'all are twin sisters
Drilltime, turn the beat down, let me speak some facts
Told the police yo' dawg got a pole, whatchu call that?
They tried to say they ass lyin', fuck nigga you a rat
Speak on Leeke, then them bullets flyin', nigga, that's on Tap
Hold on Drilltime, let me talk my shit some fuckin more
Y'all niggas tellin' lies, but let's talk about the score
Last time I checked, y'all went down four
Ooh, bitch I mean five, cause the other just nigga died
Hell nah, I meant six, that nigga died in them 'partments
Hell nah, it's really seven, that nigga brother made it to heaven
Plus 8, that make eight, pussy nigga there's some more names
I'm really in the streets for real, y'all niggas tryna get fame
Watch what you sayin', 'cause we be shootin' for playin'
Then you hear about a green nigga on the front pages
You know you don't want no smoke for real, nigga, you ain't crazy
You know we comin' wit' them bullets straight soundin' like the Navy
Big glizzies over here, bitch, nah, no .380s
Big bitches over here, I don't want no skinny lady
Plan B's over here, nah, we ain't havin' babies
VVS's on the way, bitch, I be shinin' on these haters
(Drilltime, what you cookin', nigga?)
I ain't got no cape, I ain't savin' that bitch
His own momma even know Charles Jones is a bitch
Actin' like you ain't seen that paperwork, you know yo' dawg snitched
I be really drillin' shit, I just rap to talk shit
I'll rob a rapper nigga, pussy nigga, whatchu gon' do?
Keep a bug on my face, you never know what I'm goin' through
My dawg just popped a perc, but you knowin' that I'm on two
You run up on me crazy, pussy nigga, I'ma blow you
A-A-All these bitches love Whop Wit Dat Chop
Got yo' bitch eatin' dick like it's corn-on-the-cob
Don't DM me 'bout no bitch, pussy nigga gon' get popped
You'd rather beef 'bout hoe, but yo dawg just got dropped
[Outro]
Come on man, you know what the fuck goin' on, man
Whop Wit Dat Chop, brrr
Straight gang shit, no lame shit, nigga
Stay in yo' lane, bitch
(Drilltime, what you cookin', nigga?)
Gang, gang, gang, gang